Word: writings
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...president of the United States does not have such a bad time. In has a secretary to write his thanks for the gifts his loving constituents pour in upon him--the first jam from God's cranberry bog, wolf cubs, apple pie, sombreros. His parental cares are lightened by a secret service man who follows his undergraduate son from class to class and within the past few months the "official spokesman" has relieved the president of another responsibility. But he still has to shake hands, and he does it well. Last week he disposed of 1400 lady Republicans in forty...
Saturday's Children. If a white plume can be found for today's drama it waves upon the vizors of the "debunking" playwrights. In the first squad of their foremost legion marches Maxwell Anderson. He collaborated with Laurence Stallings to write What Price Glory? in which War's bravura of blah is ground into...
...world. Sometimes the hokum is worked into effective theatricality, when the play "gets across with a bang." Honor Be Damned seemed to "get across" at the first night. Playwright Mack made a speech: "Because I have so many plays running this season, people think I write them over night. Ladies and gentlemen, it takes me a long time to write a play. This one, for instance, was written last year...
...Story.? One foggy evening in 1900, a tough barge rat from Haverstraw, N. Y., marvels, as always, at the changing masses of Manhattan's skyline seen from the North River. "Gee," he says. "Gee!" He can neither read nor write. He is 16; name, John Breen; parents, a once-pretty Irish servant and someone other than the grimy bargee she calls their "old man." Entering the East River, in thickening fog and greasy tide-rips, the barge is rammed. Loaded with bricks ("the city's red corpuscles") it plunges under. John Breen struggles out of the greenish-black water...
...Chicago Opera Company, which calls him from his haunts with the martial strains of Borls Godunoff. If ever there was a story fit to be set to music it is the story of this early Czar of Russia, and eminently fitting is the music which Moussorgsky was inspired to write. In it he has embodied the fierce old Muscovite Boyar himself; in it is the spirit of the half Oriental Princes who fought to drive the Tartan hordes from the gates; in it and through it is the note of something primitive, something untamed like the bleakness of the steppes...